[Verse 1: DOWN6]
\nFaulty vision, unholy, snapping the wicked pace
\nSo livid, the intensity rips the fabric of time and space
\nFar and lost in a vacant altered reality
\nRoam with malice, a palace of broken forgotten casualties
\nCollecting my seventy bucks from the royalties, I'ma act a fool
\nAmusing the mockery, fused with it properly, abusing the bands
\nTamper the riches, get me a grand and then I'm set to rule
\nTempted by the need to be the vocal feature on a track 'til the bitch dancе
\nWhen the Glock blast, do not walk past or make contact
\nThis sinnеr begging for the murder, put the body in the furnace, never crawl back
\nFire tongue, I'm finna burn the hater, grip the vertebrae and break it, shatter later
\nWhen the cavern louder then the fuckin' surface, had a motherfucker hearin' big massive kicks
\nWhere in the fuck am I at?
\nRummage and- rummage and lurk in the underground
\nGrave with a coffin does request a presence
\nInvade the walk of the prophet, no one can ruin the essence
\nBlow up the game when I'm pulling the pin and I'm throwing so quick and so far when I mope all the peasants
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\n[Bridge: DOWN6]
\nI ain't sucking up to you, so pitiful
\nLet the ego consume me, won't let it go
\nBut there's something to change in this feathered soul
\nEliminate them when causing the devastation on yo' path
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\n[Verse 2: Idylll]
\nPsychopathic polymath
\nAppendages attached, I'm sent to leave the body snatched
\nCytoplasmic zombies tapped, leave the visual in dissonance
\nImage is symmetry, the scene is all too far detached
\nBy the magic of my staff
\nRitualistic incantation, into a sick and depraved
\nInner cult of an ancient pact, cosmic awakening
\nNo judgement left to lapse
\nYour mind is just not yours no more
\nSplit in infinity, splintering vividly, flicker and flash
\nFinna watch it all collapse
\nReduced to scorching ruins, rubble, ash
\nInfused with sorcery you could never grasp
\nA true euphoria, but it never lasts
\nI do enjoy the clutching at your past
\nBut few can sow destruction, leave a path
\nChaos, havoc, trails of fire, vermin in suburbia
\nSo they gon' catch the plague and die while cursed with hyperthermia
\nThe hellish chasm, made it bottomless to bury you
\nA journey to the center of the Earth, the core is violent, I'm impervious
\nThe end of the world is approaching
\nWhile all of the elements merge and I watch it remotely
\nYou punk motherfuckers will never come close to me
\nIt's not supposed to be
\nThe infinite swirl of hypnosis, making clones of me
\nThis simulacrum ain't advanced enough for any more of me
\nYou motherfucker, better run and
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\n[Chorus: DOWN6 & Idylll]
\nHide
\nContinue lies 'til devastation
\nChoke
\nAbusive smoke 'til lungs be quaking
\nFried
\nThis bitch resides to rot on pavement
\nEnough
\nI'm deciding what yo' fate is
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\n[Verse 3: DOWN6]
\nWhat I crumble and manifest is a given
\nThe rubble come through the mist, and I'm rough enough for the mission
\nSo put up your fuckin' hands and accept the fate that we given
\nRetreating quick in a maze in that liquor haze with no vision
\nI ain't hear to show no face for no shows
\nI am here in this dope place to get a dose
\nAin't no blanks, bought cannabis out the whip, hoe
\nIt's a band of tanks that aiming to kill and rinse foes
\nMotivate them when I'm get up in a sinner, ready for the fight
\nA fucker finna drill them for no money, for the love of murder with a alibi, I'm the badder kind
\nRun away into the cavern, not a brother really givin' anybody quite a better reason
\nWhen you bringin' freedom, better corner, beat 'em in a bloody mess, I gotta reset this treason
\nSummon the sword when I'm stabbin' the fucker that talkin' that shit
\nWhen I'm coming to wreck in the hope of dropping that commoner
\nKilling the stub when the chump in the coffin that talkin' in walk of the mist
\nSit with the devil and tell him I gotta say anyone
\nTryna be tough in the gas of the rhythm, are never dependable
\nNo one is hopeful enough in the prism
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\n[Chorus: DOWN6 & Idylll]
\nHide
\nContinue lies 'til devastation
\nChoke
\nAbusive smoke 'til lungs be quaking
\nFried
\nThis bitch resides to rot on pavement
\nEnough
\nI'm deciding what yo' fate is\n\n
